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Recollections of Turgon regarding the Helcarxe
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He doesn’t like to remember the ice. The freezing claustrophobia, the cold that sank deep into his bones until it felt it would never leave him. It had already frozen his brother’s heart. He would talk, he would scream, but it never mattered because Fingon might be crying but only truly expressed nothing but absolute apathy.
They starved there, in the dark and the cold. Food became a matter of life and death, and suddenly any reservations had to be cast aside as seals and polar bears were suddenly large warm food sources, no matter what part you got.
They couldn’t bury the dead on the Helcaraxe. Nothing went to waste.
The eternal darkness was perhaps the worst of it though. Shadows danced around them and even when they set up camp they howled and cackled as they tapped on their tents.
His wife was known for her caution, and his daughter for her light footing. They did not fall. His wife was one of the most competent swimmers of the eldar, she did not drown.
He carried his daughter for most of the journey. Her feet were lost, but not to frostbite, and he couldn’t leave her behind.
And still Fingon tried to hide his apathy behind false expressions.
He gathers his own support. Glorfindel, who lost most fingers on his left hand to a blizzard, Ecthelion, who sung fish out of the water so they could be eaten raw, and others who, like him, just want to knock Feanor’s teeth out.
When they reach Beleriand, it’s like a fog had lifted from their minds. It’s too late to fix anything though. Fingon ran after their dammed cousin like he always had and doesn’t talk to them with anything other than clipped sentences. Curufin crafts his daughter feet of mithril as reparations, and others slowly adapt to their new life.
There is no section of Gondolin’s library regarding the Helcaraxe. If they act like it never happened, then maybe nothing they did was real anyway.
bro dont even bother opening your phone
Tagora would make one hell of a mommy
drawing Obito until my hand falls off, day 3 genderbend o_^
thinking about sumi.
inside you there are two wolves, one wolf thinks sumire matching joker's phantom thief outfit is really cute and endearing but the other wolf fears that this is an extension of her issues with basing her identity around that of other's. like it's cute but if you think about it for more than a minute it really stings, i believe in my heart of hearts that you can be inspired by people who are important to you and that mirroring them isn't unhealthy, her idolising of her sister isn't necessarily bad it's the unhealthy extents it went to, in my soul i like to think that her parallels with joker are a healthier spin on how she's held herself in the past. i don't know if that's true but i want it to be.
while you were busy being heterosexual, I studied a Faunus
Man just getting back to this fandom, want to make my own redesign of the characters 😬
This is what he said right
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